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Ch9 ...... F

In a fraction of a second, I fall into the salty  water and I'm completely soaked.

I quickly push on my feet to pull my head out of the water.

I'm outraged! Before I have time to make a sound, a sneaky wave shuts me up and takes away all my dignity.

I rub my eyes and catch my breath straightening myself up as best I can.

"Oh!"

When I finally manage to open my eyes and catch my breath, I discover a hilarious Ryan.

(Even though he annoys me !! ... He's sexy like that.)

He laughs out loud. He's so sexy like that, so natural that I want to throw myself into his arms more than anything else.

T:"Well there ... It's ... Really ..."

I stay with my arms dangling, hardly realising that Ryan just dared!

I take a look at my silk shirt. The fabric is sticking to my skin, indecently moulding my body.

This time, I glare at Ryan, who's in fits of laughter.

T:"It was underhand!"

T:"I'm all wet now, idiot!"

His gaze grows tender and he moves towards me. His pants are soaked to the thighs but he doesn't seem to care.

He takes my cheek in his large warm hand and whispers to me in hoarse voice.

R:"I like it when you're all wet ..."

If this little surprise bath had cooled me down a little bit, I just soared back up serval degrees in a split second!

(I play his game.)

T:"Is that so...? If the wet t-shirt effect was  your thing, you should have told me, you pervert!"

R:"I also like your little, cantankerous, air. You're so exciting when you try to stand up to me!"

T:"Watch out, I could keep you waiting for very long time."

R:"Mmh... Are you sure of that...?"

He gently slips a hand on the hollow of my lower back pressing me up against him and lays an arousing kiss in the hollow of my neck.

Without giving me time to answer, he captures my fresh, salty mouth between his warm and sweet lips.

His tongue is a sweet caress around mine, while his hands feel my skin through the fine fabric of my blouse.

I put my hands around his neck and press myself harder up against him feeling the tensed muscles of his torso in contrast to the softness of my curves.

His gestures are more and more eager. I'm half immersed in water but I'm like a burning fire.

We're floating and only our shoulders emerge from the water.

His hands descend along my thighs and he ventures over the most sensitive parts of my anatomy.

I let out a little groan between his lips.

(I'm not used to letting myself get carried away like this in a public place ... If anybody saw us, with my blushing complexion they'd know right away that we're not just having a swim ...)

I don't want to fret about what others might think about us.

I want to let go, enjoy the moment. And if it bothers anyone, then they should just look elsewhere!

I stay like this breathless and trembling, given over to the caresses of this formidable man.

If he continues like that, I swear I'll burst into a thousands pieces and shout his name out unrestrained.

R:"Go with the flow..."

His voice is suggestive, warm. An invitation to let myself go completely. There's something diabolical about Ryan.

(I arouse him.)

My desire is so strong that I have only one thing in mind. And it's rather naughty.

My little hands are wandering all over him, I'm clearly showing him what's going on in my mischievous little head.

He gets the message very well and holds me closer still. I'm his for the taking, he can do whatever he pleases.

R:"You're really going to love what I'm going to do to you here, you naughty little thing ..."